For Max- the love of my lives. * She knew he was home before he said anything. She could smell him, his manly scent a mix of salt, sweat and fish. Her back was to the door and a soft breeze had carried his intoxicating aroma to her as she sat nursing their baby girl, Sabine. He smelled so good and God she loved him. She had loved him from the moment she me...
As with the majority of my stories they are true and although the names have been changed. Several weeks had passed since I had been invited to play with the couple called dutifullydiscreet and in that time I had continued to use the website and in that time I had begun to make some new friends, helped in no small part by a very favorable review from duti...
Every town needs a super-hero. Unfortunately the town of Sticksville had to make do with Alan Miller, a.k.a. Christian Crusader. It wasn't that Christian Crusader was a bad super-hero. He had all the requisite hero traits. He was strong; he was brave; he was athletic; he could fly. He was also blessed with the kind of fantastic good looks that made all the l...
Waking up on the last day of our trip, I was hung over and feeling like shit. Between the booze and the reaction I was expecting from my friends, I just didn't want to get out of bed! After a while finally realizing that everybody was probably away on the day trip I got up, showered, made my way to the café for breakfast. After eating I decided I wanted...
The bolt popped, the knob turned, and the door opened. “Come in, have a seat,” Gina said. “Sorry I took so long to answer the door. Not used to people being this early.” Tim entered the living room and sat down on the recliner across from the TV. Gina, the good hostess, stepped into the kitchen and returned holding two glasses of ice water. She handed one t...
Foreword This is actually two Maledom tales featuring the characters of my previous stories. The first tale takes up the first two chapters and is mostly a psychological game of cat and mouse, so if that doesn’t appeal to you skip down to the beginning of Chapter Three for the more active bits. This particular tale takes place a few weeks after the events...
It started out like a lot of other Saturday afternoons ... a game on the television, my beautiful wife napping in the sun on the couch in front of the big picture window and me on the computer catching up on a few emails. Then, things took a little bit of an unexpected turn. Just as I was about to sign off, a chat window popped up from a screen name I didn...
This story is protected by copyright, by Peter, the author, and cannot be reposted or used for any purpose without his prior consent. * * * * * Amy did as Mary had directed, after a few minutes she started again and shortly after that she told Mary she thought she needed to stop. "Okay, now watch closely, first you're right about one thing, after what yo...
Thank C.R. for all your help with my last few stories When I first started posting here I was embarrassed about my writing, but now I feel very proud of what I do, my real name is L.A. Wicker, I wish I could change my username to that. Thank you all. ****************** “Damn, I hate that bitch!” Carl muttered as he walked from the building. Carl was a sho...
Meet Arini "Rini" Ketiga, a young Indonesian Muslim transsexual living in the City of Ottawa, Ontario. She's originally from the City of Surabaya, Indonesia, and has been living in the Canadian Capital for about a decade. Two years ago, Arini became a Canadian citizen, and she's trying to change the narrative about both people of color and transsexuals in No...